Owen is wiped out. It's the escape from Isla Nublar all over again, but thank god Gwen is handling it this time. Even though Owen isn't used to turning over the reins, he had plenty to do regardless, and he's fresh out of favors that would cause people to stick their necks this far out for his confusing little family. After this, they might not have anything left.

But nothing like this will ever goddamn happen again.

He might have been asleep sitting up in the medivac, because it startles him a little when she speaks even though she's been sitting right next to him. Looking over at her for a moment or two, he finally nods, and squeezes her hand before getting out of his seat to head back and join the hybrids.

Both of them are asleep, despite the noise and lurching motion of the aircraft. Omega has adopted a protective posture around Blue even in the minimal space provided, and he doesn't stir as Owen joins them; Owen wonders distantly how healthy the male hybrid will actually be after this whole thing is over, but is damn sure that Omega will shake it off one way or the other. Both of them just want to see Blue heal. Everything else will fall into place.

Owen takes an unsteady seat on Blue's other side, and leans forward against her cot, covering his eyes with one hand and curling the other one very carefully around her wrist.